THE TOP OF THE HILL.

Evening Post, Volume CIV, Issue 26, 30 July 1927, Page 14

THE TOP OF THE HILL.

1 -■■■;■■ f-:::l::!!iH:!i;l1l!l!li,niJ-;!i::i;tt!ii;i:;;i:[[ i;illl]llllji;!iii]i:ii:[:ifM!lill]llll!!ii]|J!l';;;;]:n THINK TWICE. Why did the arti-choke? Because there was not mush-room. What is the difference between a frightened baby and a shipwrecked sailor? One clings to his ma and the other to his par (his spar). Sent in by Jack Hicks, Wellington. When is the sun like jelly?— When it sets. Why did the gum drop?— Because it heard the ice-cronm. Why did the signal box?—To make the railway tender. Sent in by Grace Edc, Wellington. * * * • Another Acrostic. You remember I told you all about them last time? Well, see what you Wise Ones can build from this. PILLARS. 1 and 2. It has two hands; it has a face. 'Tis worn in one especial place. BARS. 1. O'er river banks it casts its shade. Of cricket bats it forms the blade. 2. For this port many a ship sets forth. It is in Russia, towards the north, 3. A tiny pronoun hero you'll see; It indicates not "ho" nor "she." 4. A person who puts up with pain 'And does not murmur nor complain. 5. This is a most important word. From every child it should be heard. JUMBLES. Have you. ever spent a holiday in any of these rather queer-looking places'? SONLEN MAI/THE GUNAINAW VILEN TULNHY, NOPTIG Sent in by Nellie Sargent, Mii-amar.

HOW SPOT WAS FOUND. Spot was a favourite in all the Browns' household. Everyone loved him, especially Jock. Ho loved him more than anyone. But one day such a dreadful thing happened. Spot was lost. Yes, ho had been mooing for two days. Jock wns worried. His feet wore tired with walking along the country lanes, calling and calling for his little dog to come to him. A week had gone by—still no Spot had returned. Once more Jock-set out to find his'little friend. He had almost given up hope of finding him. . "Spot! Spot!" called Jock. "Woof! AVoof!" said a friendly bark. "Spot!" cried Jock, as he darted to the gate. "I will go and get him," thought Jock. He knocked at tho door, and a well-dressed man answered it. "Well, what is it, little boy?" he asked. "Please, may I have my dog?" said Jock; "but I don't think you would have stolon him." "Well, you are wrong about that," said the man beckoning Jock in, "I did steal him for the purpose of making my little son Bobby well. You see," he added, sadly, "Bobby was taken ill only a few days before I stole your dog, so when I saw your dog doing some lovely, tricks, I thought it might amuse my Bobby while I was away at work." Jock, who had been listening, said: "Do you think that if I brought my dog here every day it would amuse your little boy?" "Yes," said the man. "I would be grateful if you did." So it was that Jock wont every day to tho little boy's house, and he found him a great friend, too; so it all ended happily. Don't you think so? LILLY GWILLIM (Aged 11). Wellington.